Time in the river
Downstream the current time of river moves in me with single terse aim past city port to the sea.Skip to next paragraph
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Boats using my brim travel my way, but faster. Then home they froth upstream to marina and a rest.
Mended the moment's scar of hull, the keel's bite. Friction cannot wear water, my history, out.
Come autumn, come cold, I feel the constant years still flowing, unrecalled, without halt, without reverse.
Hello, small incidents, short back-and-forth ploy of surface hours. Brief endings and turnabouts, goodbye.